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(bright music)

(whistles)

(country music)

(dramatic music)

(country music)

(growls)

(rumbles)

(tense music)

- Can you see him Fiev?

(mumbles) I mean Sheriff.

- Nope, but they're there all right.

The meanest, rottenest gang to ever ride into Green River.

We gotta catch 'em, you know what to do?

- Sure, (mumbles) wait, wait,

maybe you better tell me again.

- You move to the right, but keep to the left,

duck low but shoot high, and lean to the inside

but sneak to the outside, got it?

- Right, move to the sneak, and then, shoot for the duck.

And ah, lean to the west.

(shushes)

(shouts)

(yells)

(shouts)

(yelps)

- What what?

- [Felonius] Come back here furballs.

- [Slim] Where did they go?

- Get 'em!

Come back here.

- Come on hurry.

- Before they come back.

- I hate it when they're like this.

(shouts)

- Woo, that was close, whatever it was.

- Cats on the rampage again, that's what.

Ah,

my badge ripped.

(shouts)

Sounds like I better get home Tiger.

- Okay, partner, good idea.

- See ya.

- [Slim] Hey, there goes a little one.

- Oh, hey run, Fiev, run.

- Okay, mouse (yells)

- Thanks Tig.

- Hey, who's side are you on anyway, dumbbell.

- Me? Well, you see, (mumbles)

I know its, (mumbles) good bye!

(whooshes)

(yells) (meows)

- I don't like this Mama.

Lately it's too dangerous to even go outside.

- Thank goodness our little family is safe.

(babbles)

(gasps)

Fievel!

- [Fievel] Howdy everybody.

- [Sasha] Fievel.

- Fievel, what were you doing outside?

- Probably playing with that big, dopey friend of his.

- His name is Tiger, Tonya.

- And Tiger is a cat, no?

- No, he's Tiger, that's all.

- Whatever, I wish you'd stay indoors Fievel,

it's just to dangerous inside these days.

- (sighs) Let us try to think of something pleasant.

- Okay, Papa, look, a new ribbon for my hair.

Isn't it pretty.

- [Mama] Oh my yes.

- And look at these, matched scroll work,

chiseled for violins, oh, what a difference they would make.

(babbles)

- Look at these wonderful pots and pans for the kitchen.

- I know what I want.

- This oughta be good.

- Here it is.

- [Mama] A sheriff's badge?

- You have a badge Fievel.

- But not a real Sheriff's badge, Papa.

- I see.

- After all, somebody's gotta take care of those pesky cats.

- That'll take a lot more than a badge, pipsqueak.

- Pipsqueak.

- Now, now, no arguing you two, come to supper.

- Oh, yes ma'am.

- I'm telling ya, boys.

When that mouse slapper arrives,

it's gonna be a whole new ball game around here.

Oh.

Batter up (laughs evilly)

- [Slim] This is just like Christmas morning.

- Yeah, let's open it.

(laughs) I mean, whenever you're ready Sweet William.

(chomps)

Ah.

- Is it broken?

- It says, some assembly required.

- Shut up and get my tool box.

- Shut up and get his tool box.

- Shut up and, (moans)

okay.

(shouts) (meows)

(gasps)

- [Matchbox] Watch it.

- [Can] Sorry.

- See any cats, Tig?

- Nope, the coast is clear.

(shouts)

- Whoa.

- Where you going little mousey?

- Me, no place, any place, (shouts)

(shouts)

- [Both] Huh?

- What is that thing?

- He didn't have a chance.

- You mice can run but not fast enough anymore.

(laughs evilly)

- That's six, Sweet William, you're getting good at this.

- [Felonius] Sweet William!

Schimmel's Store!

(yells)

- (gasps) what kind of weapon is this?

(laughs evilly)

(laughs evilly)

- This is bad new, Tiger.

- I'll say, that net shooter deal is no picnic either.

(mice chattering)

- [Papa] It is called a Mouse Slapper.

(crowd gasps)

- The question is, what can we do before Sweet William

gets us all?

- [Crowd] Yeah, what do we do?

- If only there was something we could send for.

- That is a brilliant idea, Bernard.

- It is?

- We will send for a law mouse.

(audience ohs)

- That's Clint Mousewood,

toughest law mouse in the territory.

- We must wire him tonight, before it's too late.

- Wow, a real law mouse.

(dramatic music)

(meows) (screams)

(laughs evilly)

(shouts)

- Cats!

- Where, run!

(yells)

(shouts)

(dramatic music)

- Whoa!

Oh it's you Tig.

- Yeah.

- It's been three days, when's he gonna?

(horse neighs)

Wow.

The law mouse.

(mice chattering)

- [Crowd] Its Wrangler.

- You folks send for a law mouse?

- I should say so.

- Welcome to Green River, Mr Mousewood.

(screams)

- [Mousekiwitz's] (gasps) Tanya!

(screams)

(whistles)

- Wrangler.

(whinnies)

Yeehaw.

(mice chattering)

(screams)

(yells)

Gotcha!

Ha.

- Huh?

Hey, come back here.

(booms)

- Ma'am.

(whinnies)

- Come back here!

- Yeehaw!

(whip snaps)

- Oh boy (shouts)

Yikes.

(gasps)

- Now that's one little kitty, should be bothering you

for a while.

You okay Missy?

- (laughs) I'm just fine, thanks to you.

- How can we thank you Mr Mousewood?

- Just doing my job folks.

- Wow.

- Which won't be finished til I take care

of this Sweet William fella and his what is it again?

- Mouse slap.

- [Crowd] That's right,

it's gotta be stopped.

- Well until it is, I want you all to stay home,

that way nobody'll get hurt.

Ma'am.

(chuckles nervously)

- All right, you heard him,

everybody go home.

Let the law mouse handle it.

- That means you too Tanya.

- Isn't he wonderful, Papa?

- Fievel?

- Coming.

(upbeat music)

(sighs)

- Oh Mama, you should have seen him, so handsome

and so strong.

- That will be enough potatoes for me, thank you.

- And he was riding this neat prairie dog named Wrangler.

And he wore a big shiny badge, he even jumped a fence.

- And he swept me up right into his saddle.

(babbles)

- Maybe he should try sweeping your potatoes?

- But he did save Tanya's life.

- My goodness, it looks like this mister law mouse,

made quite an impression on all three of you.

(laughs)

Well don't you forget, even with this Clint Mousewood

in town it is still dangerous out there.

- Oh yes, even he said to stay home.

- All right.

- Yes, Papa.

- I'm telling you Sweet William,

this mouse is tough.

- Don't say his name, please, Felonius.

A mouse, tough?

(laughs) Sounds like I oughta go meet his law mouse, fellas.

- [Slim] Watch out for his Prairie dog.

Kicks like a hedgehog.

(sneaky music)

(whinnies)

- Heeyaw.

Tiger come on, we're losing him.

- Looking for somebody?

(shouts)

Bad idea to sneak up on a law mouse, son.

- Well, you see sir, I want to be a law mouse

when I grow up and I just wanted to, well.

- Help?

- Uh-huh.

- Yeah, that's it, help.

(whinnies)

- Your folks know you're out here?

- No, sir.

- So you decided to sneak out huh?

- Yes, sir. - Uh-oh.

- You know, the best way you can help out

is to go home and let me get my job done.

And then, grow up and be a law mouse.

- Huh? - huh?

- Yes, sir.

- You got it, (mumbles)

- Now, scoot.

- Okay, see ya. - Thanks.

(shouts)

- Come on Tiger.

(coughs)

- [Tiger] Right, right, coming, coming.

(dramatic music)

- Peaceful, huh boy?

(whinnies)

- Oh, you scared me to death, Mr Mousewood.

- Shouldn't you be home, Missy?

- Well, it's pretty far but.

- Hmm, maybe it'd be safer if we took ya.

Eh, Wrangler?

(chuckles nervously)

- I hope it's no trouble.

- Giddyup boy.

- Did you hear him Tig, Clint said

that I could be a law mouse when I grow up.

- Yeah, I heard 'em, wow wee.

- If ya grow up, shorty.

(gasps)

(laughs evilly) (dramatic music)

Snack time, (laughs evilly)

- That's what you think, Sweet William.

Go find Clint Tiger, I'll keep Sweet William busy here.

- Okay, okay, find Clint, I got it, got it, gotta go.

- Come on little mousey.

- Over here, tuna breath.

(taunts)

(grunts)

Missed me, fish brains, (laughs)

- Fish brains!

Why you little cheese ball.

- Mighty nice town, Green River.

- Nicer since you got here, (chuckles nervously)

- Mr Clint, Mr Clint Mouse, quick!

The slop master, I mean the, the law slapper,

I mean the mouse lawyer, ah.

- Tiger, what's wrong?

- (stutters) Fievel, Sweet William, Black Beard,

I mean back there!

(gasps)

- My brother's in trouble.

- 'Scuze us little lady.

Come on boy.

Yeehaw. (whinnies)

- Be carerful.

- Yeah, I mean, (moans) wait for me.

(shouts)

(yells)

(coughs)

- Ya bg goober, na na na na na na.

- Yeah.

(gasps)

(tense music)

Surprise!

It's goober time, jerk!

(yells)

Gotcha!

(laughs evilly)

(struggles)

(whinnies)

- You must be Sweet William.

- And you must be stupid, law mouse.

- Oh, nice shot.

- Okay, Mr law mouse.

Ha ha.

- Looking for me pal?

- Ha huh?

- Picking on innocent kids (clicks tongue)

no class Bill, next time why don't you pick on me?

- Just name the time and place, law mouth.

- The KO corral.

- Sundown.

- Don't be late Bill, (whistles)

(whinnies)

Oh and be sure to bring that big pea shooter of yours.

(whinnies)

- You can count on it.

(mice shouting)

(dramatic music)

- Boy, we'll have the perfect view from up here, Tig.

Sweet William doesn't stand a chance.

- Maybe that's why he brought Slim and Felonius along.

- [Fievel] Three against one, that's not fair.

- (laughs evilly) bet you he isn't expecting

the three of us.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Shut up, spread out.

(shouts)

(groans)

- [Hench cats] Huh?

- Come on.

Hurry Tiger.

- Oh, I hate heights.

- [Clint] Nice to see ya, Sweet William.

- Likewise.

Eat net, law mouse.

(laughs evilly)

Time to meet the mouse slapper, cheese breath.

- Oh no.

Let's go Tig.

- Right Fiev.

- Say goodbye, Mr Clint.

- Hey Slim.

- Huh?

(upbeat music)

(shouts)

- [Tiger] Good shot Fiev.

- Thanks Tig.

Clint, look out!

- Three against three, that's not fair.

(shouts)

- Okay, law mouse, enough fooling around.

(laughs evilly)

huh?

(clangs)

- Hey Fiev, look, the mouse whopper.

- Shoot it Tiger.

- Whoa, whoa.

- Left no, right, left, left, right.

(Tiger Shouts)

- I'm confused.

- Huh? - Good one.

(yells)

(shouts)

- That's enough boys.

(groans)

Good work boys.

Now let's say we go release some captured mice.

(whinnies)

(clangs)

(soft music)

- Thank you Mr Clint for saving us from the cats.

(mice cheering)

- Well I'd like to thank Fievel and his pal here.

(mice cheering)

By making him my special deputy.

- Really?

Gosh.

- Couldn't have done it without ya, kid.

Well, adios, amigos.

Little lady.

(mice cheering)

- My hero.

- You said it.

(country music)

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